The knife was wet with blood, the handle slippery with it, the huge blade dark and crimson. He was splashed with its color, drenched with its odor. The coppery smell, warm and fresh, filled his nostrils and lungs, exciting him.

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Opening lines from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.

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Allyson